Her Fantasy, His Nightmare

iting period for

to freedom. Thirty days u

host a grand party celebrating Ben's new album. An event she was pl

lanning a celebration of her future with another

five da

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y day

e phone constantly, not with wedding planners, but with venue managers for Ben's pa

t, her hand on his arm. He was smiling, that same charismatic smile that was plastered all over her secret

dull, hollow ache whe

pty. My friend Sarah, the owner of the gallery that s

concern. She had always been observant, always seemed to sense t

self," I told her.

re transfer that was more than generous. It

me and more like a hotel room I was about to che